It’s Not Early. It’s Quiet.

It’s early on a weekend morning. Nobody is asking me to be at work, drive them to a soccer game, or make them a meal. Shhhhh. Hear that? Me neither. There was a time (was that last week?) when I would have complained about waking early while my children were still asleep, because of the precious wasted sleep. When you are a parent, sleep is a commodity. But so is silence. And if you sleep when they do, it’s wasted silence.

In the silence, I think of what may have happened in Libya overnight. I’m pretty sure Husband was … busy. Not surprisingly, there’s still no Skype calls in or out. I could turn on the news. But it’s all just too close to Husband for comfort. I like the news boycott idea, so it continues.

Instead, there is glorious silence. I will count my blessings. Early weekend mornings, how I love thee. Let me count the ways … (remember, I’m not a photographer and all I have is a camera phone -)

One: A pretty little princess sleeping in my bed on her own satin pink pillowcase.

Snoring, with drool coming out of her mouth.

 Two: Another child sleeping on my floor who didn’t even wake when I stepped on him.

Three: A beautifully clean and uncluttered great room. For at least a few more moments.

Four: Morning sky.

Five: Pristine, uncrumpled morning paper. But not the “world” section.

Or anything newsy. Nothing remotely newsworthy.

Six: Coffee. Yes, fine, I know it’s decaf. Stupid Lent.

I’m suffering. But I’m suffering with creamer.

cup of coffee



So I have all this stuff and it’s quiet. The paper’s done. Now what?

*  *  *

Seven: Precious one-on-one snuggle time with the one that wakes up first.

(Ignore the horrific toes. I do. Hey, I play soccer.)



And count your blessings instead of your Libyas and Egypts and Bahrains.


5 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. kris
    Mar 21, 2011 @ 20:52:31

    Your soccer toes look WAY better than my soccer toes!


  2. Heather
    Mar 20, 2011 @ 22:04:42

    Haha! That looks like my bedroom tonight. Have one in the bed and one on the floor! Maybe I should take pictures….you never know when it might come in handy…hehehe Maybe around year 16 or so! 🙂


  3. Amy
    Mar 20, 2011 @ 04:58:13

    You know, the other night I was sick. Like really sick. It traveled through our house quickly, but was brutal while it was here. While I was laying on the bathroom floor, praying, I was keeping my mind off the nausea by doing just that. Counting my blessings. It made that short amount of time so much more bearable. If only I could remember to apply that train of thought to every moment in my life.

    I never realized how precious sleep is until I had kids. I miss those early, quiet, no demand mornings. Usually they ate up before me. Perhaps when they are teenagers, I can reclaim my sunrises and coffee. 🙂

    By the way, I boycotted the news several years ago. I was actually becoming fearful to leave my house.

    Praying for your husband.


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